Michael Bray

Author of A Time To Kill

On Capacity for Salacity

Our capacity for salacity
Is beyond what one may imagine,
And to our chagrin
It does not end
But begins anew right
In our hearts,
Wicked in every new day.
O that sin within
Every day rises up to begin
Another assault upon our souls,
On friends and foe taking tolls!
And what of it shall we think?
O the stink!
We need air!
Something fresh to breath
Lest in frustration we seethe
And writhe under its hold!
But we’re called to be bold,
To hold fast to that life.
An end will come of the strife.
You who burn, get a wife!

1300 on 20 Oct., 2020

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